You know that feeling where you want nothing more than to just break down in tears and curl up in a ball but you can't. There's nothing physically stopping me, I just can't. I'm alone and I still can't let myself cry. It's like I'm trying to hide the fact I'm sad from everyone, including myself.
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The early hours of the morning have the incredible power of making you feel like you're on top of the world or beneath it. So how come I can feel both so intensely, like I'm stuck in the fucking middle of everything?
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Myself. I'm scared of my feelings and the way I would still do anything you say. I'm scared because I have never given anyone that much power before and it scares me that it took you all most no time to gain it.- To answer your question: "What are you so afraid of?"
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You taught me to believe in myself. You should really listen to your own advice.
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And on the nights I left a note I don't remember feeling particularly sad. I don't remember feeling anything.
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Confessions of a shitty poet.
PoetrySome of my poems contain bad language/sensitive issues and therefore I have changed the setting to mature and issue a trigger warning. I am forever updating this book, it will probably never be finished.
